This is an old story that I wrote approximately 200 years ago, otherwise known as the 1990s, for a creative writing class that I was…
Riding on horses those pale, pinched faces in times where one year became ten in the lines on their haggard faces. The hard battlefield opened…
There you are enveloped in mists on that sad, beautiful battlefield far removed now from that bloodiest day in history attacks, counterattacks tragedy at Sunken…